Of all the things I ever thought might happen to me, developing a gallstone didn’t even make the top ten list. It took six hours yesterday in ER, two EKGs, one ultrasound, and repeating my age to everyone who walked in with another clipboard to determine that I indeed have a stone and they want to remove my gallbladder.
What felt like a volcano in my stomach for ten hours yesterday is just a memory this morning, thanks to the miracles of modern medicine. I plan to keep my commitment at the Children’s Literature Festival in Warrensburg and have the surgery immediately after coming home.
Onward and upward!